My Three Darlings

Beau, who was on the other end of the line smiled faintly. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Eliza did not expose him.

She leaned against the seat of the car in a comfortable position. "I see many people on the Internet say that you and I are a match."

"Tell me, who would be so kind as to make the 'who is more worthy' topic a trending news? Beau said in a low voice, "Is there such a good thing?"

"Perhaps it's because you and I are too well-matched, so others are touched?"

Eliza, "..."

"Do you believe in this reason?"

"I believe it."

Beau curled his lips and said, "In short, no one has said anything bad about you. It's also a good thing."

"Work hard."

"OK."

Eliza took a deep breath. "Forget it."

In fact, she was not stupid and could figure out Beau's purpose.

After hanging up the phone, Eliza closed her eyes.

She had been unwilling to announce her marriage before because she didn't want others to think that she had climbed to her position with her identity as Mr. Valentine.

But today's event made her feel that it was not a bad thing to announce it.

At least, no one would make a fuss about her relationship again.

That way, would she be able to concentrate on my work and ignore those gossips?

Probably because the filming in the afternoon was too tiring, Eliza closed her eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.

When she woke up again, the car had stopped in front of the Valentine family villa.

Eliza yawned and glanced at the scenery outside the window.

"Why did we come home?"

Mr. Diaz said that everyone had to live in the hotel arranged by the crew during the filming. She naturally thought that the driver was sending her to the hotel.

But he sent her directly to the Valentine family villa?

"Mr. Valentine applied a leave for you."

The driver replied respectfully, "You can choose not to stay in the hotel tonight."

Eliza frowned. She applied for a leave after only staying in the hotel for a day?

What the hell was going on?

However, she was not used to staying in a hotel. She was happy to come back to accompany the two little childrens.

With this in mind, she put on her coat and got out of the car.

There were no bodyguards at the gate of the villa.

Feeling that something was wrong, she took out the key and opened the door. There was no one in the large villa.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

When she was hanging up the coat, she found a card on the hanger.

On the card was a vigorous handwriting, "Go and open the box on the tea table."

Eliza pursed her lips and followed the instructions. She walked over to the tea table and opened the box.

Inside the box were pictures of Eliza.

There were 24 of them in total. One photo every year.

Behind each photo, there was a vigorous handwriting of a man.

"You were a little ugly when you were a child."

"It turns out that when you were so stupid when you were young." "Fortunately, you have grown up now."

Behind almost every photo were his ruthless taunts.

Until the photo of her when she was 18 years old.

He wrote: "If only I knew you this year."

Eliza's hand, which was holding the photo, trembled slightly.

The year she turned eighteen was the darkest year of her life.

That year, she discovered that she was not the biological daughter of the Lawson family. That year, she was coaxed by Madeleine to be a surrogate mother to make money for Jay's career.

Now, a man told her that it would be great if he knew her when she was eighteen years old. Eliza closed her eyes, tears silently falling down.

She didn't know why she was crying.

If she had known Beau at the age of eighteen, would she be like this now?

She sniffed and continued to look at the next picture.

"You look haggard."

"I feel sorry for you."

"You won't be a substitute all the time."

"Just bear with it a little longer. You'll meet me soon."

The last photo was her attending the award ceremony not long ago.

The words behind the photo were, "Come upstairs. I have something to tell you."

Eliza closed her eyes, a hint of a helpless smile appeared on her face.

When did a serious and indifferent man like Beau become so romantic?

She could even imagine how awkward and enjoyable he felt when he wrote the words behind these photos besides.

She couldn't help laughing.

She put the photos away, tidied her hair, and walked upstairs.

The stairs were covered with red rose petals.

She followed the direction of the rose and walked to the bedroom step by step.

Finally, the roses stopped on the bed in the bedroom.

She laid down on the bed.

After a whole day of work, she needed to lie down and rest. "Hiss-!"

As soon as she laid down, her head slammed into a hard object.

She instantly sprang up in pain.

"You're so stupid."

Behind her came the low voice of a man.

Eliza was startled and hurriedly got off the bed.

When she stood on the ground, she found that there was a person lying on the bed!

Beau slowly sat up from his bed and looked at her helplessly. "Demarion said that this is more romantic."

"I listened to his nonsense and hid in the quilt to surprise you."

"But I was almost killed by you." 

Eliza rubbed her head and looked at him with an aggrieved expression. "How would I know that you were hiding under the blanket?"

"Does it hurt a lot?"

He sighed helplessly and waved at her. "Come here."

Eliza pursed his lips and carefully walked over.

Beau stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his embrace.

His big hand gently rubbed her head. "Where did you get hit?"

His gentle actions and voice made Eliza feel the pain in her head.

She felt wronged. "Here."

His big hand was pulled by her to the back of her head and he gently rubbed. "Do you better?"

"Yes!"

Eliza closed her eyes and enjoyed his services.

Suddenly, she seemed to recall something and asked him, "It hurt so much. What did I just hit?"

He did not stop massaging her head. "My head."

Eliza:

" "

...

She looked back at him and asked, "Don't you feel pain?"

Beau pulled her head back and continued to rub the back of her head. "It doesn't hurt."

"You're lying. How can it not hurt?"

"Well, it actually hurt."

"Then why don't you rub your head? Don't keep rubbing my head."

"There's no need."

Beau's voice was still faint. "I'm smarter."

"As for you, you are stupid." 

"What if the collision made you more stupid?"

Eliza, "..."

He was obviously concerned about her, but why did he want to make her angry!

Just as she was feeling aggrieved, the lights in the room were all switched off.

The projector casted the image on the wall in front of her.

The video was similar to a press conference.

The handsome man sat on the chair and said lightly, "Eliza is my wife."

"About the video you all saw today, I took the initiative to be a substitute for the kissing scene."

"I have a strong possessive desire. I can't stand other actrors kissing my wife."

"I saw many people online saying that her kissing skills are not good."

"As the only one who experienced her kissing skills, I can proudly tell everyone that her kissing skills are very good." 

"But, except for me, no one has the luck to enjoy it. Even if it is a film, it wouldn't happen." Beau looked at the camera seriously. "So, I, Beau, announce here that my wife does not participate in kissing scenes with other actors. It doesn't mean that she is incapable, but because she has a strict husband."

"But..."

As soon as he finished his words, a male reporter stood up and said, "Mr. Valentine, don't you think that your behavior will affect her career development?"

Beau's gaze was indifferent. "I don't think so."

"Of course, even if there is any impact, I will solve it for her."

After that, he looked at the male reporter coldly, and there was a dangerous aura in his eyes. "Is there any other problem?"